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A liaison in the Great Greenwood	By : Azukiel Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The chill of the early morning air made his skin tingle as he stepped out of his tent into the open. A thin film of crystalline frost blanketed the ground before him. The same crystalline frost had settled around his heart just the previous eve. He had allowed it to spread willingly through the ivy of his soul, allowing it to freeze. What choices lay before him now? His son's happiness was more dear to him than all the gems in Arda. Yet the transgressions he had committed had made him forget that until now. Now, he would sacrifice anything to see Legolas' eyes sparkle with life again.
Sighing inwardly he let his tired eyes wander through the war camp. Soldiers, both men and elves alike were huddling around fires that they had built. Winter would soon be upon them, a condition that everyone was now dreading. Already the ground was beginning to harden beneath them and the reddened leaves of Autumn were beginning to fall, revealing the skeletal branches of the trees. Yet, like the winter that ebbed ever closer, Thranduil too felt his heart begin to fade like the falling leaves of the trees around him.
Thranduil gazed up to the sky then as he took in a deep breath of the crisp air, its aroma a contrasting mixture of pines, oaks and mosses, sickness and death. His eyes shimmered the same hue of sky blue as he watched a flock of birds fly towards the protection of his most beloved forest. Perhaps they too were fleeing from the horrors soon to be upon them.
As he brought down his gaze once more, two pale ellyn stood before him.
Both bowed in obeisance. "Aur vaer, aran vuin." They said in an attempt at unison. Thranduil gave a slight bow of his head as he smirked slightly at them, it was obvious they were suffering from the effects of excess wine from the previous eve. Even his own son was still passed out in a drunken slumber in his bed.
"With someone as ancient and legendary as yourself Glorfindel, I am somewhat astonished at your current demeanour. Are you to tell me you could not stomach your liquor?" The Elvenking playfully mocked the Golden Haired Warrior who grimaced back at him.
"And young Haldir, I expected more from you!" Thranduil grinned only for the March Warden to flush all hues of crimson with embarrassment.
"Now," He began as he held up his head regally to mock them further. "Your unruly behaviour last night cannot go undisciplined." His gaze upon them became as icy as the frost beneath their feet then, taking the pair slightly aback. Was this sudden change in his disposition still part of his ruse? They shifted on their feet uneasily.
"Haldir, you are to accompany me on patrol to the south. Glorfindel, you are to go wake the prince once we have left and tell him to take a patrol north. Then you are to hunt for food for this evening, understood?"
"Yes, master..." He grumbled. Thranduil rose an eyebrow at him from the remark, making the Golden Haired Warrior retract his words. "I jest, hîr vuin!" He chuckled nervously, making Haldir beside him feel even more uneasy. "Master and king have the same meaning, Glorfindel." Thranduil leered at him then. Glorfindel, knowing well his defeat once more returned the smirk in kind.
"Indeed they do." He affirmed.
As Thranduil lead the somewhat ailed March Warden away, he turned his head back slightly to look at him. It was rather amusing to see his much younger counterpart, the often modest Haldir of Lothlorien, with a wretched hangover. "While on our way Haldir," Thranduil began, almost struggling to withhold another urge to laugh.
"Let us discuss your little insult on the High King of the Noldor."
The expression on the March Warden's face then spoke volumes of the dread and borderline panic that now engulfed him, which only sought to amuse the Elvenking further.

With his usual energetic flare, Glorfindel flipped open the canvas of the entrance to the king's tent; Only after he had managed to convince the two soldiers standing guard that the king himself had allowed him entrance. "Cund vuiiiiiiiiiiiin?" He called enthusiastically. Yet no reply came. "Legolas?" His voice became slightly worried, for the prince always replied to one of his boisterous calls.
Moving to the back of the tent quickly, he let out a sigh of contentment and relief. "And here we were, being 'punished' whilst you were still allowed to stay passed out in bed!" He mused to himself with a smile upon his fine features as he watched the prince sleeping deeply. Padding with soft steps up to the bed, he leant down closely to the young ellon. However the slumbering princeling did not shift. A long grin crossed the ancient ellon's face as he moved ever closer so that he was only inches away from the prince's body. With that he jabbed the prince hard in the ribs, jumping back to avoid any retaliation he was sure he'd meet. Yet Legolas only tossed to his other side and snorted as he did so. This only sought to heighten Glorfindel's amusement and determination more.
Leaning over the prince once again, he poked him more gently on the cheek. Legolas, again, did not awaken yet only mumbled something in his comatose state.
Glorfindel, biting his lower lip to prevent his urge to laugh, rose his hand high above his head before bringing it down sharply onto the same place he had just poked the prince.
Legolas gasped from the stinging mark and jolted awake, only for Glorfindel to pounce on him to prevent any form of reprisal, almost knocking the wind out of the young prince in the process.
Legolas clutched his sore stomach as he tried to regain his senses, gasping for breath as he rolled onto his knees. "What in the rotting stench of Melkor, Glorfindel?!" He snapped, only for Glorfindel to laugh hysterically at him. "Curse you, you orc! I was having a good dream!" Legolas groaned, his head swooning slightly.
"Oh?" Glorfindel grinned, suppressing his laughter as he flopped down onto his stomach beside the prince. "Did it involve a certain young elleth....naked?"
Legolas furrowed his brow at him as he felt his stomach churn slightly. "In fact, it did." He asserted as he flopped back down into his pillows, the nausea beginning to slowly make its rise.
Glorfindel once more showed his bright pearly grin. "Missing it I assume?" He pushed, chuckling as he did so.
"I miss her more." Legolas replied, frowning at the Golden Haired Warrior once more.
"Oh of course...." Glorfindel winked as he then rolled off the bed and stood. "You are worse off than we are by the appearance of things, little sapling." He looked over Legolas' sickly appearance.
"Poor pinig." He cooed. "Still too young to be playing with the adults."
Legolas shot him a glare then. Without a word he threw a pillow at his elder, making Glorfindel flex his hips forward to avoid the projectile hitting him. Instead it almost knocked over the folding screen behind them.
"Let me sleep..." Legolas groaned as he fell back down onto the bed in a heap of weary limbs. "I feel dreadful."
"Well I am sorry to destroy your little world, cund vuin, but you are not free from orders from our king." Glorfindel crossed his arms then at an attempt to appear more senior and serious, a way to almost mock the prince's father. Legolas looked up at him then, dreading what he would be dealt with.
"You are to take another captain and go patrol the northern borders of the forest."
Legolas groaned and pulled the blankets back over his head. "When?" He whined.
Glorfindel shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Yesterday. Now get your lazy behind out of bed." And with that he threw back the blankets from the prince and started to poke him mercilessly.
"DHARO!" The prince whimpered. "I will vomit!"
Glorfindel stood victoriously and laughed. "Then get up, and get ready. I will wait for you outside." And with that he strut back out of the tent, giving a steely glare to the guards who had almost forbid him entrance earlier. Both shrunk back slightly, which only amused the Golden Haired Warrior further.
It only took a few moments before the young prince burst out from the entrance and ran to the side of the tent, both guards and Glorfindel himself looking on in surprise. When the guttural sounds heaving and vomiting could be heard, Glorfindel could not help but shake his head and chuckle once more at the prince's expense.
"Lucky you did not vomit inside your father's tent! He would not forgive you for THAT!" He laughed when Legolas reappeared, looking rather sorry for himself.
"Now off you go!" Glorfindel then gave him a light shove in the direction of where his patrol were waiting. "And do not be back late, lest father dearest worry about his little elfling."
"Oh shut up...." Legolas groaned once more as he slumped off, making Glorfindel only laugh harder at him. Yet as Legolas slumped off Glorfindel could not help but feel some pity for the young prince. Just as their human brethren, elves too could feel the after effects of excessive drinking, though perhaps not as strongly. However, Legolas had drunk the likes of half a small barrel on his own and thus was feeling its wrath. Glorfindel felt a slight pang of guilt then for not sharing the 'remedy' herbs that he had on his person, but then, he thought, the young prince needed to learn the deeds of life - both the good and the bad.

The brown and red mixtures of the fallen leaves crunched softly as Glorfindel padded through the dense trees of the forest. It was still rather dark under the damp canopy, as the sun had only just pierced the horizon when the Elvenking had sent him on his task. He took in a deep breath of air as he stood upon an uprooted tree trunk; the air was much thicker beneath the trees and flowed with the musk and life of the forest. One scent in particular caught his attention, damp and earthy as it were; the musk of a young buck or stag nearby. He followed the scent deeper into the denseness of the forest, using his sharp wit and senses to navigate through the darkness; a darkness pierced by the odd shaft of light. It did not take much longer to find a small wad of droppings amongst the damp twigs and leaves, and as he leant down to look more closely it was quite apparent that they were rather fresh, signifying the beast was very close.
Glorfindel snapped up his head as he heard the cracking of broken twigs underfoot before him. And there it was, standing under a shard of light which illuminated it ethereal, a stag as pale white as snow. Its presence was captivating and a likeness that Glorfindel had never seen. He was almost tempted not to draw his bow and aim at the creature. In fact for a long while he kept his arrow cocked but pointed towards the ground beneath them, staring in awe at the beast that was gazing back at him, casually munching on the grass in its mouth obviously uncaring of the ellon before it.
Swallowing its mouthful, the stag then tossed its head and let out a long guttural groan from its throat, stamping its hoof on the ground as it did so. Glorfindel poised himself then, believing that the stag would charge, yet it did not. It continued to stand there and stare at him, bleating one last time to regain the ellon's focus. Glorfindel could feel something from this beast, a portent of sorts. It was speaking to him in a whisper he could not understand, yet he knew he had to listen. Slowly it began to turn away, tossing its head once more as it did so. Before Glorfindel had the chance to react, to try to decipher what it had been telling him, it bound off with immaculate speed. What other choice did the ancient warrior have now but to follow?
Glorfindel himself had little difficulties keeping up with the beast as it nimbly wove its way around trunks, rocks and roots. If he could give one credit to his people, the Eldar, it would be their agile ability to traverse terrain quickly and effortlessly. Nevertheless the Stag could not be outrun, and continued with its speed for some time. Glorfindel almost tripped upon his own two feet when the beast came to a sudden, rather abrupt stop a few strides before him. It groaned once more in his direction as it put down its regal head to nudge something on the ground. Glorfindel peered through the darkness at the black mass upon the dirt underfoot, and it was only with the continued nudging of the Stag that he realised that whatever it was was some living, breathing creature.
"What have you lead me to, my friend?" Glorfindel questioned softly as he edged slowly, cautiously, closer to the pair. The Stag gave a simple snort from its nostrils before it once more bound off into the forest, leaving Glorfindel there to watch it in bewilderment as it disappeared amongst the foliage. Looking back down to the figure at his feet he saw it were the shape of another sentient being. Its limbs were badly bruised and cut and its hair was tangled and caked in mud and blood both dried and fresh. Hoisting his bow back over his shoulder he crouched down for closer inspection of the pitiful being, and seeing that it was a maiden he felt saddened that she had met such a fate. Pushing her dark hair away from her dirt smudged face he saw the distinguished point of her ear.
"An Eldar?" He gasped almost to himself, leaning down closer to her to inspect the ragged and torn clothing that she was wearing. The infant light that was now pushing its way through the gaps in the canopy above afforded him just enough light to examine the style of her dress, and he was easily able to pertain that she were one of nobility or high rank. "The Greenwood??" His eyes widened in surprise. Turning her body gently so that he may look upon her face he gasped once more, almost falling back on himself in disbelief. Yet his senses regained quickly as he then immediately bundled her up into his arms. "Adlanniel?!" It was then he felt the chill of her body and the wetness of fresh blood coming from her arm. As he looked down the length of her seemingly lifeless frame he saw the front of her skirts were too drenched with blood. "What in the name of Eru has happened to you?" His eyes were now filled with a deep concern and borderline despair. Reaching down to take her hands with one of his he felt them then, the gwanûn, and his entire being froze with this new knowledge that he had by no means been expecting. Just as she were, they were fading from the light. He wasted no time in lifting her into his arms, and as gently and as tenderly as he could he carried her back to the camp with as much haste as he could muster.
He managed to slip into the camp unseen for his own personal tent was pitched close to the borders of trees. What commotion would be caused if others were to know of her presence now? Besides, the tents of healing were full of death, disease and despair. Though one of their kind could not succumb to the ailments of men, a lady of nobility such as herself should not bear witness to it, he had thought. Glorfindel had known Adlanniel since the time of her birth, often taking her and her siblings off their parent's hands for a while to allow them some peace. He had been a protective and often strict guardian to them, but adored and cared for them as if they were his own. Though he respected her privacy utmost, he had no qualms at tearing off her dress to examine her wounds more closely. Nevertheless he covered her body with sheets of linen in order to afford her some decency. Though he was no healer, he had removed many an arrowhead from flesh in his time; often from his own body. Thus he was able to make quick work of the small fractured shaft that still protruded from her upper arm, being careful to remove remnants of splinters that were still stuck within her muscle. Yet the arrowhead itself proved to be more difficult to remove, for in its orcish design its sides were jagged and hook-like, enabling it to take a firm hold within one's body. It was a rather delicate process, though even with his limited knowledge in surgical procedures he did manage to remove it with minimal damage and was able to stitch up the wound and stem the bleeding effectively. Hitherto it were not the end of their woes, for her blood begin to seep once more through the linen sheets, between where her thighs met in unison by her womanhood.
He felt a great pain in his heart, for though he may have saved her life, he could not be certain that he could save those of her children. He felt helpless as he gazed down upon her, but continued to care for her in the best way he knew how and continued to clean the blood away from her body. As he did so he prayed to Eru for guidance, and chanted an ancient prayer that he had once learnt in some forgotten age, a prayer of hope and strength. The Valar themselves had allowed him life renewed, and he prayed to them thus to grant continued life to the maiden and her children before him.
He whispered their praises when the bleeding stopped on its own but just a while later. There would be more time to come to properly thank them, for now he had to set about finding some suitable clothing for the young elleth to wear. Thus, with the promise of more adventures beneath the sheets, he was able to commandeer some clothing from one of the healers he had bedded the night before without too many questions. He had estimated her to be of about the same size as Adlanniel, and was undoubtedly relieved that the clothing did in fact fit her. Though, Adlanniel had grown quite thin and hollowed in her current state. He prepared some light food for her for the time she would awaken, and sat by her side until she did so just over an hour later.
"Hush now, henig, you are safe and away from danger." He soothed her gently when she started to whimper, perplexed as to place and time.
"Wh...where?" Her voice was harsh and dry as she stammered, her eyes remaining fogged and burning.
"You are in the war camp of King Thranduil, hiril vuin o Imladris, you are safe."
"Uncle?" She could recognise his voice as she strained to turn herself to look at him, but her head throbbed.
"It is I, hiril vuin. I have found you and have brought you here and have tended to your wounds. Do not worry yourself now but rest."
"Please...water..."
And so gently he held up her body enough to drink from the cup he held with his other hand and the simple liquid gave her enough strength to regain most of her senses.
"So I have made it here...." She mumbled to herself mindlessly. Yet Glorfindel heard her words.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady." He said sternly. "Yet first, you must eat something."
Adlanniel nodded thankfully as he handed her some flat bread, cheese and a small bowl of warm soup. She was indeed starving, yet every mouthful made her feel slightly more nauseous.
"The children within you grow restless now that they are with nourishment and life renewed." Glorfindel said, having sensed her discomfort easily enough.
"You...know?" She looked up to him with surprise.
"Of course I do, Adlanniel. I am ancient....just like the king." Did he know or suspect that the Elvenking already knew? Adlanniel looked upon him still surprised, but said nothing more on the matter and continued to eat in silence. Once she had eaten as much as she could stomach, Glorfindel helped her get comfortable once more in his bed.
"Now, Adlanniel," He began, his voice once more stern but full of concern for her. "Do you care to explain to me as to why I found you out in the forest in the state that you were in?"
And so the young elleth detailed what had occurred over the previous few eves; that Thranduil had intended to send her back to Imladris for her own safety and that her escort had been set upon by some giant, brutal orc-like creatures. Glorfindel leant back in his chair with his arms crossed, listening intently but the seriousness still strewn across his face. Even when she detailed the gruesomeness of the attack and broke into tears because of it, his expression did not change.
"How many of your escort were still living when you and your handmaiden fled?" He asked her.
"I do not remember how many exactly, maybe four....the one who helped us escape and told us to return to the palace, Melethril was his name, was the new love of my handmaiden Gwendalyn. If it was not for him the both of us would now be waiting for Mandos' judgement." Her heart wrenched at the thought, that poor Melethril may have met his demise.
"I commend this young warrior for his bravery, and will pray that he has survived." Glorfindel's expression softened somewhat then, but was quick to turn stern again as he looked deeply into Adlanniel's eyes.
"So why did you not heed his instructions Adlanniel? Why did you not return to the palace? Why come all the way here?" His gaze burned into her, much like the Elvenking's did when he too shared stern or angered words with her. However she did not fear Glorfindel as much as she perhaps should have, for their relationship was a long and rather tender one. Since she was born he had taken on the role as that of an uncle to her and her siblings, often taking care of them to give their parents much needed private time. He had not only been their uncle, but also their friend, their teacher, their guardian and also the one to reprimand them if they misbehaved. They had all grown to love their 'uncle', especially the youngest of the four elflings, Adlanniel who had loved Glorfindel almost as much as she had loved Legolas back in those bygone days. Thus perhaps she had grown too comfortable with his presence, allowing herself to think that she could be defiant and not give up her secret.
"That is nobody else's business but my own, Glorfindel." She said with an air. However, her attempt at being proud and regal did not affect him in the slightest, rather it annoyed him. She had risked her life to get to the camp and he had saved her and now she was daring to be defiant? He raised his eyebrows at her contempt and stared at her with a cold warning in his eyes.
"It became my business when I found you in tatters on the forest floor!" He glared at her, his voice remaining chillingly calm. "You will tell me why you are here or I will whip it out of you!"
Adlanniel's eyes widened at his serious threat, and she shrank back as she remembered the last time she had met his ire; her and her brother Elrohir had not been able to sit properly for at least a week. Yet her stubbornness would not allow her to give in. She was of higher nobility after all.
"You would not dare to!" She glared back at him. "I am not the child I once was!"
"Oh really?" He shot back at her, his annoyance at her slightly flared. Yet he was careful to keep his frustration with the young elleth somewhat at bay. "Then stop acting like one! You coming here and not returning to the safety of the palace is utterly senseless and foolish! Have you no care for the risk you put yourself through; of what you put your gwanûn through?" The thought of her having risked the innocent lives of her unborn children made him raise his voice more so then, and his anger at her only sought to remind her of the anger that the Elvenking had had towards her.
"You bled rather severely from your womb while I had been healing you Adlanniel." He frowned at her. His words then hit her like a hammer to an anvil, and she felt her gut wrench painfully at the thought. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to get out of the bed, fretting, but her body felt heavy and she could barely move due to the pain she felt in her legs and her injured arm.
Glorfindel moved to sit by her on the bed and took her arms into his hands to calm her. "Do not worry yourself, Adlanniel, the gwanûn are fine for now."
She gazed into his eyes then, searching them, knowing that he was telling her the truth but still unable to comprehend it. His expression then turned to one of empathy, yet paternal as his next words struck at her heart once more. "You could have lost them Adlanniel....Is that what you want?" He looked into her eyes pleadingly, wanting her to come to her senses. Tears had begun to well in her eyes once more, but her expression was almost dazed. "Even staying here is a risk Adlanniel, you could still lose them! Why did you come here? Tell me!"
"I had a vision....a vision I cannot let come to pass regardless of the consequences. That is all I will say, so I beg you, do not push me about it!" She cried, her sobs wracking at her relentlessly as she began to bawl into her hands.
Glorfindel sighed deeply as he put a gentle hand on her shoulder, allowing her to mull on his words a little longer. "Adlanniel, you know that I only care for you and your safety. We all do."
"I know!" She wept, her own voice frustrated; frustrated that almost every ellon she was close to would scold her, wanting her to realise the weight of her actions yet still unable to truly understand her own reasoning.
"I fear that even the prince may not be too impressed with your presence here, for he is soon to be a father and thus when he learns of this news he will fret more than anyone for your safety and well being."
"I know...."
"And so I hope you realise the gravity of your situation..."
"I do...." Adlanniel continued to weep.
"I just wish you would tell me why you came here...." Glorfindel took her into his arms and embraced her then, and she felt her chest weigh heavy.
"I am scared that you would think me more of a fool...."
"Do not worry, henig, I have said my piece now. Just tell me the truth."
"I had a dream...no, a vision, as I said before...in a field full of death...I saw a warrior with golden hair and blood soaked armour....he had been killed by four Morgul arrows. I do not who he was...I just know it was one of you..." Her voice drifted off as she began to quiver again, the images flashing through her mind like a tormenting storm of pain and despair.
"So...I took it upon myself to come here, to try to save whomever it is, for I cannot bear it if any of you were to fall."
"Oh Adlanniel...my poor child..." He sighed. "I understand what you may be feeling, but you should not have risked yourself for any of us. You have your future children to care for now."
"I know..." She sobbed helplessly, remembering that the king had told her the exact same thing. Glorfindel's face saddened at her plight as he held her closer, cradling her like Thranduil had done not so long ago, making her feel a distant longing for him within the back of her mind. This longing brought upon another dream, the nightmare. "I am the death you so terribly desire..." His words burned through the crevices of her mind, taunting her, threatening to drag her into deeper sorrow.
She began to bawl into Glorfindel's shoulder then, and the Golden Haired Warrior looked down at her slightly surprised, yet worried for what she had just envisioned.
"Then, when I had fallen asleep inside the carriage when I was being escorted to Imladris I saw..." Her voice choked, the vision of burnt, sinewy flesh and a milk white eye staring down at her.
"I saw Aran Thranduil's face...so horrifically scarred...burned almost down to the bone....it was horrifying......I do not even know....is it real?" She looked up at Glorfindel once more desperately, her eyes begging that he had the answer. His eyes then took on a deeper sorrow, as he nodded his head dolefully.
"Indeed it is, Adlanniel. A terrible time during the history of his life. A long ago war that almost resulted in the destruction of Middle Earth....I am sure you know of which I speak. The king was not even a prince in those days, and he was so young in elven years, as was I in fact...and your father. Your father is the one whom healed him, thus had begun their close friendship. Alas it is a time that we all would rather forget but know that we cannot."
"I feel so sad for him..." She wept. Glorfindel held her closer to give her some form of reassurance.
"He has suffered many tragedies Adlanniel, more than many of us other Eldar. Yet he remains strong and composed; a great king."
"And he suffers all his pains alone..." She continued to weep.
"As often we have to, Adlanniel. But he has his son, the prince, and now his soon to be daughter to shine a beacon in his darkness."
Adlanniel heeded Glorfindel's words, yet they made her feel and even deeper guilt for she was no beacon to Thranduil now, but the cause of many of his current pains.
"Now Adlanniel, do not worry yourself so much about Aran Thranduil. You need to take care of yourself first, and I think that that is what he and your future husband would want as well.
Now I am going to send a messenger to have the prince return to the camp early. Thus I will leave you with two choices. Either you tell Legolas the truth of what you have just shared with me, or I will."

The loud blasting of the horn echoed throughout the camp, signifying the princes return. Adlanniel jumped up from the chair she had been sitting in with excitement, her heart suddenly thudding loudly within her chest. She felt such a heat of anticipation she swooned slightly, as now the gwanûn within were feeling restless at their mother's sudden demeanour. Alas her excitement was suddenly overshadowed by a great sense of dread, Glorfindel's warning once more coming to mind. Would the prince too berate her for coming to the camp? Would anyone understand her reasoning? Perhaps not, but she would see her prince again and that would be all that would matter.
Legolas came down the foot trodden path at a canter, an unimpressed expression on his face as he looked down at the Golden Haired Warrior who remained unfazed by the price's displeasure.
"Welcome back, cund vuin!" Glorfindel called cheerfully as Legolas slid from his raven mount.
"You better have a very good damned reason to have called me back here Glorfindel!" Legolas grimaced as he stormed over to him. Glorfindel simply smiled.
"Of course I would, young prince, why in the name of Arda would I call you back here without a valid reason?"
Legolas furrowed his brow then as he was still feeling slightly heavy headed from the night before. He did not want to oblige Glorfindel's 'innocent' tone.
"Then what is it?" He snapped.
Glofindel, still unfazed by the prince's attitude, bowed his head slightly in obeisance before motioning to the prince's tent. "You have a visitor, cund vuin." He said gently.
The expression on Legolas' face then suddenly went blank with surprise. "A visitor?" He repeated, a little perplexed.
"Yes," Glorfindel nodded. "They are waiting for you in your tent."
Legolas rose an eyebrow at him suspiciously and before he went to investigate he turned back to the Golden Haired Warrior. "This better not be another of your tricks, Glorfindel."
"I assure you, cund vuin, it is not." He grinned.
Legolas flipped open the canvas of his tent as he entered, his frustration still apparent with the way he moved. Yet when he saw the tall feminine figure, clad in an emerald velvet robe, the hood concealing their face, he obviously knew it were no lie. His heart began to race within his chest, yet as he stared at figure before him, he did not know why; it could be anyone. Before he had a chance to speak the figure slowly lowered the hood.
"Gwannas lû and Legolas."
The bow that the prince had been holding fell from his hand, as he stared at her wide eyed, his mouth agape in shock, his heart now threatening to leap out of his throat. He felt suddenly winded then, like as if all air had been sucked from his lungs. He blinked hard not once but twice, trying to register within his mind that she was indeed really there before him. He tried to speak, but no words would come. He tried to move, but his body and limbs were rooted to the spot. He was paralysed as he tried to comprehend this trickery his eyes were playing upon him.
"Do my eyes deceive me or am I under some enchantment?" His words slid out of his mouth almost mindlessly.
"Your eyes do not deceive you, nor are you under any spell." She replied, using all of her willpower to hold back the urge to jump into his arms. He was too much in a state of shock and thus she had to bring him back to reality.
"I am here Legolas." And she moved towards him then, his eyes widening more so as she came closer. Tears began to well in her eyes once more at the joy she felt now being before him finally, after all the ordeals she had made herself suffer through in order to do so. Reaching up slowly she touched his cheek with the backs of her fingers and let them gently caress his dusty skin. From this simple touch she could feel how much he had changed; how much he had grown and hardened into what was expected of him.
Her soft touch brought reality crashing back down to him. She was there, really there, standing before him in all her magnificent beauty. Every emotion flooded through his body at that moment, and he felt a heat of desperate longing, of wanting, of need. His heart wrenched in utmost joy at her presence thus disallowing him to even contemplate as to why she was there. As tears of glee glistened in his eyes, and hers as well, the only reaction he could conjure was to take her strongly into his arms and lock his lips fiercely with hers. The feeling of elation as their tongues lavished together was overwhelming as was the passion that was now engulfing them. His hands ran over every crevice of her body that he could touch, still comprehending that she was real. The sensations both felt as his hands fondled with her supple breasts and buttocks only sought to arouse them further. Their arousal for each other was almost painful; insatiable, which needed to be remedied.
Without further hesitation he lifted her up and stumbled with her in his arms to the nearest elevated object; an oaken table covered in maps and battle plans. He did not care for them, nor the fact that they had been perfectly organised, as he swept them off the surface with one sweep of his arm. Hitching Adlanniel up onto the table he leant into her to continue to lock his lips with her luscious own, using one hand to pull up the layers of her dress whilst he fumbled with the ties of his pants with the other.
The sight of her ripe womanhood made his member spring eagerly from its trappings within his pants, and she gasped at the sight of it, desperately wanting him to plunge himself deeply into her.
After he had pulled away the strings of her bodice to reveal the flesh of her breasts and the buds of her rose nipples, he could not withhold any longer. He drove himself into her and clung to her like a maddened beast diving in on its prey. His desperation for her, though expected, did surprise her somewhat with the fierceness of it. He wanted to ravish her, wanted her in her entirety, his need for her ravenous. She had cried out when he had plunged into her and grasped his rear to push him in even harder so that he threatened to tear her in two. Having not felt her inner warmth for some months his own pleasure heightened as he too let out a deep moan.
Her body grated roughly against the table as he thrust himself in and out of her, the legs of the table creaking in rhythm. If he had been any more wild the table would have surely broken beneath them. He took one of her taught nipples into his mouth and sucked wildly upon it as he pulled her harder against him, bringing her legs up high so that they were now up against his shoulders.
Her breasts were left almost bruised and aching as he had moved from one to the other. As she dragged him up to kiss her once more he almost bit her with his fierceness. Had the lion within him finally been awoken? This domination that she had been so desperately craving was now very apparent as he was over her like a thunder storm on a humid summer afternoon. Indeed, the humidity within the tent increased tenfold due to their turbulent and wild coitus upon the table top. They were in their own world now, oblivious of their surroundings and of who may be able to hear them.
And with one cry he was spent, his eyes glazed and burning as his liquid fire burst deeply into her. With his last drops he groaned into her hair, his entire body going limp against hers as she held him tightly. After their heavy breathing had abated, he looked up into her eyes, they were still desperate in need.
"Adlanniel...." Was all he could say as his eyes searched hers. He had not intended to finish so quickly, but his need for her had blinded him.
"Avo dharo, Legolas. A-charo..." She pleaded as she too desperately searched his cerulean eyes. The fire burning for each other now was indeed stoked and burning.
As he leant down to take her again, she stopped him abruptly. "Raithatham nad 'wain." She purred. He looked at her slightly surprised, but a devilish grin slid across his face.
"What did you have in mind?" He crooned back.
"From behind, like how a stallion mounts his mare."
Legolas' eyes widened then, for he wondered where she had gotten such an adventurous idea. Yet he was more than willing to oblige her every wish, and to fulfil his own.
His voice then dripped from his tongue like liquid honey. "No gûn enni."
And so turning herself around slowly, she lowered herself down on the table so that her voluptuous rear was open to his taking. The sight of her smooth skin was so very enticing as he gently traced his hands over each firm buttock, massaging and caressing them as he did. Though he had mounted her from behind before, this position in particular was relatively unexplored territory for him. Yet it thrilled him to try it, to wield it to make her beg for more.
"Legolas?" Adlanniel turned her head slightly to look back at him, her eyes infatuated and wanting.
"Mmmm?"
"Dhen iallon...Dringo nin!"
His breath hitched in his throat at such a request. It was a shock, indeed. Yet he did not question her and figured that perhaps it was simply her desire to be dominated by him, seeing that they had been separated for such a long time. However he still hesitated. "I do not want to hurt you..."
"I promise you, you will not. Den ídhron, Legolas." She pleaded.
And so he brought his flattened hand down upon her skin, but not sharply for he feared hurting her and did not understand her wanting to feel such a pain. His heart quickened, both out of arousal and surprise when she moaned.
"A-charo, Legolas. Ritho!"
So he brought his hand down upon her again harder and the clap of it upon her skin made her moan again, making the prince's eyes widen furthermore.
"Ritho!" She begged.
The next slap was sharper, stinging even his own hand and she let out a long groan of pleasure at the bitter-sweet pain. The king had spanked her numerous times without reservation, and she craved such dominance and power over her. She needed to be overwhelmed and controlled, her inner beast needed to be reigned. She wanted Legolas to learn how to give that to her, so that perhaps she could give up her desire for his father, so that she could give herself entirely to him once more like she rightfully should. Legolas himself was shocked at how gratified he felt with this punishment play. Hearing the slap of his hand upon her skin, and her following moans and pleads for more aroused him immensely. Thus down came his hand once more, harder and faster than the previous, making Adlanniel's skin redden with the mark of his hand. She let out a small yelp, but pleaded with him to continue as every slap sent electrifying pleasure into her loins. She felt herself so wet with desire it began to slowly drip down the inside of her thighs, and a delicious warmth pooled in her belly. After a few more slaps she could not resist, and so begged him to ravage her once more. "Fuck me Legolas." She breathed. "Fuck me like the stallion that you are."
Obliging her request, he pushed her back down to the table to which she spread her legs open wider to allow him access to her inner sanctum. He traced his fingers along the length of her womanhood; her heat, her sweet nectar dripping from her was so lavishly tempting. Bringing his hips to her buttocks he guided himself to her, and she reached under her body to assist him, and slowly he slid into her once more. The immense pleasure he felt from this new angle made him gasp. Her womb tightened considerably around his stiff member, and the angle she was at allowed him to push even deeper into her, right to her very limit. Grasping her hips he pulled her slowly back to him, so that her rear pressed against his lower abdomen and the mere sight of her bent literally to his will drove his senses wild. His first few thrusts were slower and more gentle than previously, for as it was new to him he wanted to gauge her reaction, to make sure that he would not hurt her in any way. But her moans of ecstasy spurred him to ride her harder, ride her like the stallion to his mare that she had so suggested.
She had reached below her thighs to massage her pearl as he rode her, heightening her pleasure and bringing her closer to her own climax. Yet he did not want her pleasuring herself for his desire to dominate her every whim spurred him to take her by the shoulders to pull her up to his body. With one hand clutching a breast he slid his other down to her pearl where he took over from her teasing of it. "Oh Legolas..." She moaned. "You are a savage animal unleashed."
"One that perhaps cannot be tamed again." He purred back as he rammed her behind even harder, making her cling to the edge of the table so that she would not fall forward due to his force.
He took his time with her now; increasing his pace to drive her to euphoria before drawing back to prevent her release. It was a blissful torture he was putting her through, and he continued to drive her, and himself for that matter, to the limit till neither of them could bear the blinding bliss any more. He had pushed her back down to the table for his last few savage thrusts and as he released into her once more he bit his lip to prevent the loud cry from escaping him.
Pulling back from her he allowed her to recover himself. Yet before she could utter a word he bundled her up into his arms and carried her tenderly over to his bed. Laying down beside her he took her into his arms and enveloped his body around hers, kissing her face softly and lovingly.
"I have missed you more than words can describe, de velethril nîn." His whispered to her as he nuzzled her ear with his nose.
"I was going mad without you beside me. I am so sorry we left off the way we did." And he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Perhaps he had missed her that desperately. Indeed, he had feared that he would never be able to see her again, and this she already clearly knew.
"Now I am here Legolas, with you. I am sorry for having been so cold to you." She too began to weep as she buried her face into his strong chest.
"All can be forgiven, for now we are together." And he held her for such a time that it felt like an age, not wanting to have to let her go again out of fear of losing her once more. He needed her love and warmth now to mend his darkened heart. Yet soon his mind was to regain its senses, and though he wanted her to be there, he knew that she should not have been.

Sindarin Elvish - English
Ellyn - Elven men
Ellon - Elf man
Aur vaer, aran vuin - Good morning, our king.
hîr vuin - my lord
cund vuin - my prince
elleth - Elven maiden (female)
pinig - little one
dharo - stop
Eldar - Elves
Eru - Eru Illuvatar is basically God of Tolkien's realm.
gwanûn - twins
Valar - Are like angels, or God's servants. They helped him create the world and helped him keep order upon it.
elleth - Elven maiden/ female
henig - my child
hiril vuin o Imladris - Beloved lady of Imladris (Rivendell)
elfling - Elf children
Arda - The world of Middle - Earth
Gwannas lû and - It has been too long
Avo dharo, Legolas. A-charo... - Do not stop, Legolas. Again....
Raithatham nad 'wain - Let us try something new.
No gûn enni - Bend over for me.
Dhen iallon...Dringo nin - I beg of you...spank me
Den ídhron - I want it.
Ritho - Harder
de velethril nîn - You are my love
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